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Jane shook out her hands, knowing what was coming tonight. That Maura would be here soon, expectant, and Jane would have to deliver. Her hands hurt already; they'd be sore later, and Maura would ice them, rub them, kiss them, looking guilty even through her satisfaction.
But Jane understood. Sometimes a person had needs, and no suitable place to have them fulfilled. And Maura and Jane were very close, and it made sense that they would pinch-hit - literally in this case - for each other. Maura knocked feebly at the door, and Jane checked her hair, her shirt, her pants. Okay. She was good. She strode to the door and opened it.
The rest of it was habit, mostly. They'd done this before. The first time it had been awkward and thrilling, Jane blushing the whole time, not sure if she was embarrassed or turned on. She'd definitely enjoyed herself - while men liked to have her dominate them, it never felt right, the balance was still off. Maura was perfectly complacent, meek and timid. Jane checked on her frequently, knowing Maura didn't always know how to advocate for herself, and she made sure Maura never cried while it was happening. Afterwards she'd bundle Maura up into her arms, pull Maura into her lap and rock her like a baby until she stopped sobbing. Maura cried a lot, afterwards, and Jane cried too. It was a good release for both of them, Jane's hands and Maura's backside still stinging with pain. Maybe they could get there without the spanking one day, maybe one day Maura would come around and just ask to be held, and Jane would already be holding her, already in tears.
Maura ducked in under Jane's arm, watching to make sure Jane deadbolted the door. She took off her coat and jacket, hanging them on the rack she'd made Jane install. She didn't look Jane in the eye, her head hanging to the side as she nervously rubbed her hands together.
"Have you been a naughty girl?" Jane asked gruffly, her voice hoarse already from tension. Maura nodded, still not looking at Jane. "Do you need to be punished?"
"Yes please," Maura said in a tiny, tiny voice. Jane's heart broke a little bit; she didn't mind the rest of this, but Maura hadn't done anything wrong, anything to deserve punishment. Not today, maybe not ever. But Maura had asked for this, Maura needed this, and now Jane did too, a little.
"You know it wasn't your fault, don't you?" Jane asked lowly. "The microscope needs to be recalled, and they're processing a return unit right now. You didn't do anything wrong, and we still caught the scumbag that did it."
"I know," Maura said, looking Jane in the face for the first time that evening, then looking away. "I know," she said again, fiddling with the edge of her dress.
"Take that off," Jane said, back in charge, back in the scene. The first time Maura had written a script. It was a good thing she'd gone into science instead of the arts, based on that, but Jane had made it work, she remembered proudly. Maura turned and brushed her hair away from her neck, exposing her zipper to Jane, who took the initiative and unzipped the dress, pulling it towards Maura's shoulders, staring at the smooth expanse of Maura's exposed back. She was so smooth and soft, with little freckles dotting her pale skin. Sometimes, at times like this, she wanted to press a kiss to the ones on Maura's throat. But this was the only place Jane and Maura had that was separate to their real lives, and she didn't want to ruin it. She'd had a lot of questions about why Maura wanted Jane in particular to spank her - was Maura attracted to Jane, were they going to fuck afterwards - a lot of questions that Maura never really answered, just handed Jane a script. All she'd said was a single, strangled 'please' and Jane had caved immediately. Jane shook her head pushing the dress forward, hands covering Maura's bare skin as she freed her from the confines of her dress. She lingered, here and there; who wouldn't, with something so luxurious being offered. She heard Maura's breath catch, felt her tremble, and she made Maura step forward, out of the dress that was now on the floor. Jane picked it up and put it with the coats, careful of Maura's possessions. She turned; every time she saw Maura like this it staggered her. The pale skin, her soft eyes, those pronounced curves barely covered in fabric that cost more per square inch than it had any right to. Jane pulled out the chair from the dining room table and took a seat, her legs spread wide in her work slacks. She stood again, remembering the marks she'd left once, and took off her belt, badge and holster. They'd dug into Maura across her lap, and Maura hadn't said a word, hadn't even squirmed, and the red marks had shamed Jane afterwards, having to check for broken skin at Maura's ribs and hips where they'd dug in, peppering the skin with little kisses as though that would make up for it.
It wasn't gay, to kiss Maura there, like that. It wasn't gay to eye her in her underwear like this, to wonder if there would ever be a need to take it off. It didn't make either of them gay, it was just something they didn't trust anyone else with. Maura having had too many bad experiences with men to offer them any kind of power, and Jane didn't trust anyone else with Maura, not like this. Not when Maura felt like she needed to be punished. Jane sat back down and patted her lap, and Maura obligingly knelt over it. Jane slid her hands again over Maura's back, letting Maura get used to Jane touching her, waiting for her to relax a little before they started. She slid one hand down and rubbed Maura's ass, letting her fingers grasp at the flesh there, enjoying the squeeze, the catch in Maura's breathing.
"How naughty have you been?" Jane asked, her voice husky again. She could feel the anticipation pooling in her stomach, pounding in her chest. She could smell Maura - the sharp smell of anxious sweat mixed with something softer and sweeter which made her ache.
"Twenty," Maura said firmly.
Jane pulled her hair back into a ponytail, then let her fingers run over Maura's back again. This was her favourite part, where Maura was half-dressed and putty in her hands, when they were both worked up, waiting, anticipating the release that was about to come.
"Are you sure?" Jane asked softly. "It really wasn't your fault."
"Twenty," Maura said again, and Jane felt her brace, knew she was ready. She sighed, feeling the pull, the tug at her groin. Maura had thought that Jane would laugh at her the first time she'd asked, or think that Maura was hitting on her. But Maura never knew how to ask for what she needed, so it was probably that this - this ritual - wasn't exactly what she wanted. Maura got by on close enough when it came to her own wants, but her voice had been sure, and Jane knew she enjoyed this, some part of this process. Jane ran her hand over one cheek.
"Remember to count, or I'll have to start over," Jane warned her, raising her hand. She always started easy, knowing that the cumulative effect would make her work easier by the end of it, but her hands always hurt afterwards anyway. She brought her hand down in a smooth arc that she was proud of, the loud sound from impact with Maura's barely-clad cheek still making her blush. She was spanking the Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts while she wore nothing but a lacey lingerie set and stilettoes. There were people who would pay big money to be in her place, hell, even just to watch.
"One," Maura said. Jane looked down to check on her. She seemed fine, and Jane rubbed the red mark that was already starting to surface.
"Good girl," Jane said softly, swiftly bringing her hand back down twice in quick succession.
"Two, three," Maura gasped, and Jane delivered another two quickly. "Four, five." Jane rubbed the firm, muscled flesh, wondering as always what Maura would do if Jane slid her fingers against the junction of her thighs. Maura claimed there was nothing sexual about this, but she'd been wrong, because Jane could feel herself clenching against nothing. Spanking was supposed to be torture, but the real torture was having no privacy afterwards to take care of this throbbing ache. Once Maura was done crying, Jane would take a shower, take the edge off a little while she was alone. Maura always stayed the night, and in the morning they didn't talk about it, not until Maura showed up again a few weeks later. There was an edge to Maura's breathing now.
"Good girl, how far through are we?"
"A quarter of the way through," Maura said, and she was rewarded with another slap. "Six."
"I like to know you're paying attention. You're doing very well," Jane watched the closest cheek start to turn red, let her fingernails drag over the pattern her hand had left. She loved Maura like this, fiercely and passionately. She was so vulnerable and exposed, so submissive. She never argued, never told Jane she was wrong when she was bent over Jane's lap, and that was part of why Jane found it so discomforting. They were equals, everywhere else, but here and now, like this Jane could do anything to Maura. Anything she wanted. Her fingers danced with the edge of the lace, moving it back a little to expose more cheek. There was a high whine from Maura, and Jane delivered the last four blows quickly, easily, palm barely glancing the skin.
"Did I ask you to say anything?" Jane asked, and Maura shook her head. "I did ask you to count."
"Seven, eight, nine, ten."
"How far through are we?"
"Halfway."
"Good girl," Jane cooed. "Get up."
Maura got to her feet and Jane joined her. It was halfway, and she needed to check in. She looked Maura in the face, checking in with her silently. Maura nodded, her eyes fixed on Jane's mouth.
"Are you good?" Jane asked, and Maura nodded.
"Only for you," Maura whispered, and Jane's chest ached now too. Jane pulled Maura close and hugged her.
"We're halfway, we can stop if you need to."
"No, I don't like being uneven," Maura said, and Jane chuckled and sat back down, patting her lap again. Maura draped herself across it, facing the other way this time, offering the still-pale unblemished cheek to Jane. If Jane moved even a little, the seam of her slacks rubbed against her deliciously. She rubbed the cheek, readying Maura for the second half of her punishment.
"Eleven, twelve." It wasn't gay to be turned on by your scantily-clad attractive best friend squirming on your lap while she begged you to spank her. Anyone would be turned on by seeing Maura like this, so helpless, so desperate. The modesty panel of her underwear was visibly soaked and Jane longed to touch it, just once. Just the lace covering Maura. Maybe nudge it out of the way, maybe... no, that would make it gay, and this wasn't gay. It was just two women getting what they needed from someone safe. Maura had turned to look at Jane, could see where Jane had been looking. Her face was almost as red as her cheeks when she realised why Jane had paused, knowing that the evidence of her own body couldn't lie. Jane spanked her quickly, to keep their minds off of it, the relentless tension that had been building since they'd met. Maura bit her lip, not crying out again, even as the force of the spanking drove her against Jane's firm thigh. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen."
"How far through are we?" Jane asked again, soothing the inflamed skin with her palm.
"Three quarters."
"Good girl," Jane said, feeling Maura's stomach clench. She was so close; she clenched in sympathy, nearly over the edge. "You're doing very well."
If Jane orgasmed in the same room as Maura, that would be gay. And Jane wasn't gay. She definitely wasn't gay, especially not for her best friend, strewn over her lap and panting slightly as Jane's fingers worked over her bare ass cheek. She wasn't gay for the breasts she could feel against her other thigh. She wasn't gay for Maura, she was just helping her out. If it sounded gay, it still wasn't. As long as Jane... Maura shifted and Jane grunted as the seam of her slacks brushed the most sensitive part of her.
Well, that made it gay, Jane thought, riding through the muscle contractions, knowing Maura knew, knowing Maura could feel Jane come beneath her bared torso. There was a tiny whine from Maura - jealously, probably, because Maura loved orgasms - who didn't? - and she wasn't having one right now.
Or was she? When Jane's legs stopped trembling, a tremor remained, coming from Maura. Damn. Now it was double gay, which maybe made it straight again? It had been a long and confusing case on a long and confusing day and Jane was spent in more ways that one. She exhaled deeply; she could smell them both now, and she blushed.
"How many left?" Jane asked as though nothing had happened.
"Uh... five," Maura said slowly, and Jane delivered them all smoothly in one go, needing to be done with this before she embarrassed herself further.
"Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty," Maura rattled off, staying across Jane's lap. Jane squeezed Maura's ass one last time - it was magnificent, and she would miss it, but it wouldn't be long before it was back here again, as long as Jane hadn't just made it awkward. Maura slid off Jane's lap to kneel beside her.
"Do you feel better now?" Jane asked, and Maura nodded, her chest flushed red, her pupils wide. She wouldn't look at Jane, and she was still blushing. "C'mon," Jane said, moving to the couch. Maura followed her and curled up in her lap, letting Jane stroke her all over, to ease the last of the tension out of her body. If Maura was going to bring up what had just happened, she'd have to do it soon, before they left the cocoon of comfort on the couch. Maura started crying then, and Jane did too, pulling Maura closer, holding her. This part meant almost as much. Maura felt safe here in Jane's arms, felt completely secure and protected, able to let her guard down fully. And Maura offered the same safety and comfort to Jane, who so badly needed somewhere to be vulnerable.
"That was different," Maura commented finally, wiping her eyes on Jane's shirt. Jane blushed; Maura was back to her usual self, and part of Jane was still reveling in the role-play. "Not bad-different. Good different, I think."
"It certainly was different," Jane admitted.
"There are a lot of reasons someone might spontaneously orgasm. It doesn't necessarily mean that they're attracted to the person who was there at the time," Maura said breezily, offering Jane an easy out.
"We just... came together, pretty much. While I was spanking you. In your underwear, which is soaked. Because I was spanking you. Because you're my best friend and I'd do anything you asked of me, as long as it was reasonable and somehow I thought this was reasonable. But Maura, we both just came. Together. Because I was spanking you in your underwear. The cause and effect here seem pretty clear-cut."
"It doesn't necessarily make what just happened gay. I know you like dominance, and I know I like being praised, and you were very generous tonight. We've both had a long spell without dating, and all those factors contributed..."
"If we orgasm in the same room, that's gay," Jane cut Maura off. She shrugged. "I don't make the rules," she added, even though she clearly had made this rule.
"Okay, so that makes us both a little gay," Maura mused. "I don't mind."
"Maybe... maybe I don't either." Jane looked away and licked her lips. "Maybe I don't mind if it's just you I'm gay for."
Maura's face lit up with a radiant smile, then she hesitated, her smile slipping a little.
"Would you prefer casual sex, or would you..."
"I don't think anything I do with you could ever be called casual," Jane said. "No, I'm not half-assing this, excuse the pun."
"You didn't half-ass it, I can clearly feel both of my cheeks stinging," Maura said indignantly.
Jane let out a frustrated huff.
"I mean half-assing being with you. Everyone you've loved has phoned it in. You deserved better. You deserve better. I can do better."
"I know you can, Jane," Maura said, looking up at Jane with trusting eyes. Jane leaned down to kiss her, as though it was something natural that they did - and it felt natural, it felt normal, it felt like they'd been doing it for years, but it was also brand new and exciting and wonderful and when Jane pulled away the pulsing tug was back in full force, the ache in her chest as she looked at her best friend unchanging. "But right now you can do something else for me," Maura said, kissing her softly before getting up, pulling Jane with her and taking her to the bedroom.